Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2013 22:08:59 -0600 From: Jim Vance Subject: Movie Star Dad 1-2 Movie Star Dad By Jim Vance Copyright 2013 by Jim Vance jimvance2@hotmail.com Please donate to nifty so you can continue to read stories like this. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can see a list of my stories under my name at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html One I never knew my father until I was thirteen years old. I lived with my mom and she would not talk about him and would not let me talk about his. I did not even know his name! Well his first name, anyway. I was happy but I did miss him. I imagined what he was like and sometimes fantasized about doing things with him like camping and fishing. My mom got angry when I asked about him, so I quickly learned not to ask. My mom had a sister who lived near us. When I was at her house, if Mom wasn't around, I would ask her about him. She told me that he had always been nice to her and that she liked him. I asked why they had divorced. My aunt said my mother had never told her the reason. Just that she hated his fucking guts. My aunt actually said fucking to me. I asked what he looked like once and she brought out her photo album. I thought he was the handsomest man I'd ever seen and I said so. He looked like a movie star and I thought that if he was my husband, I would never let him go. My aunt said "Maybe he was too good looking and was cheating on your mom." At the time I thought cheating was breaking the rules in a game, so that didn't seem like a good reason to get a divorce. Especially not from him! I saw one picture in my aunt's album of him and Mom in swimsuits. He was muscular and had a hairy chest. I got hard looking at the picture. Once when my aunt wasn't looking, I took the picture out of her album and took it home with me. From that point on, I always beat off looking at my dad. I wondered what that lump in his swim trunks looked like without the suit. I imagined myself pulling his trunks down slowly until I could see his cock. I would imagine he would say something like `Do you like that, son?' I would have the most intense orgasms when I imagined having sex with him. I guessed it was because it was incest and forbidden. I often told my aunt I missed not having a dad. I remember she said once "It's a shame your mom is taking it out on you. Just because they broke up is no reason you can't see your father." I started to tell my mom that once and before I got started she said that if I mentioned my father one more time, I would get a spanking. So I never did. I contented myself with looking at the few pictures my aunt had of him. I spent a lot of time looking at those photos. Once my aunt told me "When you are older, you'll be able to contact him yourself." When I was thirteen, one day when I got back home from school, my aunt was at our house and she was crying. It took a while before she was able to tell me my mom had died in a car accident. We both cried for days. I stayed at my aunt's house. The day after the funeral, my aunt said she had contacted my father and he wanted me to live with him. She asked me if I wanted to. I practically screamed yes. Late that night my aunt woke me up and said my father was there. It was almost midnight. "Do you want to see him now, or in the morning?" "Now!" I got up and he was sitting in her living room. He was really excited to see me. He started crying and hugging me. It was so wonderful. He kissed me all over my face, including my lips. Dad was even more handsome than in his photos. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. "I missed you so much, son. I wanted to see you so badly, but your mom wouldn't allow it." "I missed you too, Dad. I always wondered what you were like and the things we would have done together." "Do you remember me at all from when you were little?" "No. I've just seen Aunt Jen's pictures of you. How old was I when you left?" "You were three. Your mom wouldn't even let you look at pictures of me?" Aunt Jen said "No. No one was allowed to mention your name or even imply you existed." "Thanks, Jen." "You are welcome. It broke my heart hearing Tommy imagining the things you two would do together. I wanted so much to help you two get reacquainted. But I knew Lisa would never forgive me." "Tommy, I would like for you to come live with me, if you want to. I've already talked it over with Jen and I decided it should be your choice. We would both be happy to have you." "Dad? What's your name?" He started crying then. He called Mom a stupid bitch. I was kind of shocked, but then she didn't like him either. "You were named after me, Tommy. I'm Tom." "I want to live with you, Dad." We gathered up my things that night and left in his car just as the sun was rising. It was a six hour drive to Dad's apartment. I slept most of the way leaning against him with his arm around me. I loved the way he smelled. "We're home, Tommy." I looked around. It was a very nice apartment complex. We carried my things into his apartment. He showed me my bedroom, but said he hadn't bought a bed yet. He asked if I would mind sleeping with him until he got one. "Really? I can really sleep with you?" Dad laughed and said "Sure. For as long as you like." I hugged him. "Don't you have a girlfriend or anyone?" "No, Tommy." We put my things in my new bedroom. Then Dad showed me around the apartment. When he was showing me his bedroom, he said "This is our bed." I happy to hear him say that. Then I started wondering. I couldn't very well beat off in bed anymore. I decided sleeping with him was worth it. "Whoey! I'm all sweaty! I think I'll have a beer and then a shower. Do you want a beer?" Dad asked. "Sure!" Dad was very, very different from Mom. Dad walked into the kitchen and came back with two beer bottles. He handed me one. Suddenly I worried. "You aren't going to be driving soon, are you, Dad? I mean Mom." Dad hugged me. "No. I promise to be careful. OK?" I nodded. He drank his beer and I drank some of mine. It was my first beer. It tasted odd, but I had always heard it was an acquired taste. I drank some more. Dad sat on the sofa and I did, too. "Do I smell bad?" Dad asked. "No. Why?" "You are sitting as far away from me as you can." "I am nervous, Dad." "I can understand that completely. It's one of the reasons I offered you a beer." I smiled at him and moved closer to him. I drank some more of my beer. "What do you like to do, Tommy? When I was your age, I spent most of the day jacking off." I laughed. "I have to stop to eat sometimes, Dad." He laughed. "I know. It's so inconvenient." "Do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend? I don't even know if you are straight or gay." I decided to blurt it out. "I think I'm gay." "That's just fine with me." "Is it really?" "Yes, Tommy. I have had sex with several men." I looked at him. "You have?" "Yes. I am bisexual. So it really doesn't matter to me if you are gay. Actually, I think I prefer it. If you were straight, you would probably disapprove of me." I could understand that. I smiled at him. "I never told Mom." "That's probably a good idea. I can't imagine her being happy about it." Dad drank the rest of his beer. "Finish yours and I'll get you another one." I drank it down quickly and handed him the bottle. "I'm afraid two is your limit, Tommy." I grinned. "That's OK, Dad." The beer was giving me a little buzz. I looked around the room. I was glad Dad was so cool about everything. I had trouble understanding why he married Mom. They were so different. Dad brought the beers and sat down. I leaned back and he put his arm around me and pulled me over to him. I grinned at him and scooted closer. I leaned against him. "Now that is much better," he said. "I agree." "So, do you have a boyfriend?" "No. How about you?" "No. I would have to say I am not lucky at love." "Well, you have a son that loves you." "Oh, baby. Thank you." Dad kissed the side of my head. Dad had his arm around me and I leaned over more against him. "It's so nice being here with you, Dad." "I agree. I'm sorry you lost your mom, but in a way, I'm glad. I might have never known you." Dad rubbed my chest and I drank some more of my beer. I sighed and Dad pressed his face behind my ear. He kissed my ear. Then he rubbed his face around there. It was very erotic, but I figured he didn't mean it that way. I looked at his crotch and saw he was hard. I stared at the outline of his very large dick. I gulped as I realized he probably did mean it that way. I was suddenly nervous again, but he kept rubbing my chest and I relaxed. I drank some more of my beer. Dad started kissing the side of my head. I was starting to think he wanted me. Was that possible? Were we that much alike? Did he want to fuck me as much as I wanted him to? My cock was harder than it had ever been. It was obvious, too. If he could see my crotch, he would know. I wasn't sure whether I wanted him to see or not. "Finish your beer and we'll take a shower." I drank the rest of it while Dad finished his. He put his bottle on the coffee table and I put mine there. He took my hand and we walked to the bathroom. "Come on, we can take one together." "Really?" "Yes, son. Really." Dad started getting undressed. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was smiling at me as he undressed. "Wow, Dad! You're so hairy!" "You like all that hair?" "Oh, yeah." "It's real soft. Do you want to feel it?" "Can I?" "Absolutely!' I ran my hands over him. I felt the hair on his chest and stomach and then I ran my hands over his arms and legs. "It feels nice, Dad!" "Your hands on me feel real nice, Tommy. You can do that any time you want." Dad slowly pulled down his underwear and I gasped. "Damn, Dad! It's huge" Dad was fully erect and he didn't seem to have a problem with showing me. "From the bulge in your pants, I'd say you are pretty big, too." I got undressed and I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. "It looks like you like it." I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say. "It's OK, son. I'm hard from looking at you." I looked at his face and he was grinning. "You don't mind?" "No. Not a bit. If seeing my cock excites you, I'll show it to you as often as you like." That statement stunned me. "Do you like it, Tommy?" I looked at him and he was still smiling. "I love it, Dad." "That makes me real happy." "It does?" "Yes. Ever since I picked you up, my cock has been so hard it aches. That's the effect you have on me." "You do the same thing to me, Dad." "We can give each other a lot of pleasure, if you are interested." "Are you serious?" "Look at my cock." I did. It was very stiff. While I watched, it started dripping. I moaned. "I want that, Dad. I want you." Dad grinned at me. "I was hoping you would feel that way. I want you very much." Dad took me in his arms. He pressed his mouth to mine. I felt his tongue on my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed. This was far, far better than my fantasies. Dad put his hands on my butt and squeezed them. Dad ran a finger along my crack. He pulled away and I felt him rub his finger over my hole. I moaned. While he rubbed it, he asked, "Will you let me in there, baby?" "Yes, Dad. I want you to fuck me." Dad seemed surprised. "You do?" "Yes. I." I looked down. I was kind of ashamed to admit what I was trying to say. "What is it, baby? You can tell me anything. I won't judge you. That was your mother's job." "I had a photo of you I sort of took from Aunt Jen. You were in a swimsuit. I.I jacked off looking at it." "You won't need to jack off anymore." "I won't?" "No. I'll suck your cock if you'll suck mine." I was stunned. Then I realized he and I were exactly alike. I wanted him and he wanted me. Neither one of us cared that he was my father. I felt less nervous when I realized that. "What if I want to jack off while I'm sucking you?" Dad grinned at me. "I wouldn't stop you." Dad kissed me again. "It's been you I have dreamed about, Dad." "I'm glad, Tommy. If you enjoy being with me as much as I do you, we can be...well, we can talk about that later." "What Dad? What can we be?" "Lovers, but only if you want to." "I would love that. I really would." Dad kissed me again. I wanted to touch Dad's cock. If we were going to be lovers, I figured he wouldn't mind. I took his cock in my hand. I looked at Dad. "I want this, Dad." "It's yours, baby. I want you the have it. The more you play with it, the happier I will be." I stroked it and Dad moaned. "Why don't we get a shower. Then you can suck me." I grinned at Dad. We got in the shower and I ran my hands over his body. "Yes, baby! I love feeling your hands on me. You've got me so hot. I am not going to last long once I am in your mouth." I looked at his beautiful cock and moaned. "Will you come in my mouth?" "If you want me to. Do you?" "Yes, Dad. I know I shouldn't but I want to have my father's cum in my mouth." "You will have it as often as you like. I want to feed it to you, Tommy." I held my dad's balls. "They are full baby, and it's all yours." I moaned. Dad turned the water on. When it was warm, he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him. "Will you let me wash you, Tommy?" "Yes, Dad." Dad squirted some soap on his hands and ran them over me. I groaned at the feel of his soapy hands. He pushed a soapy finger inside me and I moaned. "Soon my cock will be inside you." "I want that, Dad. I've wanted it ever since I saw a picture of you." "Damn, we are so much alike!" Dad said. He pushed two fingers into me and I groaned. "I have to stretch you out before I can get my cock in there." I nodded. Dad pulled his fingers out and rinsed off his fingers. "I want you to wash me, now." I got some liquid soap and began rubbing him. "Yes, Tommy. I love having your hands on me." I washed him thoroughly. We stopped to kiss a couple of times. We rinsed and then Dad dried me and I dried him. I got out of the shower and went to get a pair of underwear. "I've got to make a couple of phone calls, baby." "Sure, Dad." I went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. A couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang and I got up to answer it. I opened the door and a boy was standing there. "Who are you?" "I'm Tommy." "You can leave now," he said to me. "I live here." "Not with my lover, you don't." I frowned. "I have no idea what you are talking about." "You better get dressed before you leave," he said. I just stared at him. "Tom, where the fuck are you?" he yelled. "Patrick! What are you doing here?" I heard Dad ask as he walked into the living room. "Are you cheating on me with this...kid?" Patrick asked. "Is Patrick your lover, Dad?" I felt sick. Betrayed. I wondered whether I ought to go back with my aunt. "You are not my lover, Patrick, and you never have been." "You fuck me every day! What does that make me?" I felt violently ill. I walked to the second bedroom and closed the door. I sat on a chair and wondered how everything had gone so wrong. I understood why Mom left him. I was sure he had never been faithful to her. Maybe it was a good thing Patrick had come. It would be harder to leave after we had sex. I closed my eyes and tried not to throw up. I could hear Dad and Patrick yelling at each other. I got up and looked around the room. There was a TV with a VHS player under it. I turned on the TV. There were doors on the TV stand. I opened them. There were tapes. I pulled one out. It was called Daddy's Little Angel. I didn't really care what I watched, I just wanted to drown out Dad and Patrick. I put the tape in the player and hit the play button. It showed a man fucking a boy who seemed to be ten or eleven years old. Why did that not surprise me? "Take it, bitch! Take my cock you little tease!" "Oh, Daddy! I want it, Daddy!" The kid kept begging for more. It showed the man's face and it was Dad. I got so sick, I threw up on the floor. I sat on the floor with my face in my hands. I heard the door open, but I didn't look up. "Tommy? Oh. Tommy, I didn't mean for you to see those tapes. I forgot to put them away." I didn't respond. I had nothing to say. I absolutely knew why Mom divorced him. She wanted to protect me. I heard Dad walk away. He came back a minute later. I didn't look, but I guessed he was cleaning the floor. I got up and walked into the other bedroom. I started gathering my things. Fortunately I hadn't unpacked much yet. Dad walked into the room. "Please don't leave, Tommy!" "Your lover ordered me to leave." "Patrick is not my lover." "You just fuck him every day." "Well, yes." "I wonder how he got the impression he was your lover. "Will you drive me back or should I call Aunt Jen?" "Please don't leave. Please, Tommy!" I sat on the floor and started crying. "Oh, Tommy!" I curled up into a ball. Dad picked me up and carried me to his bed. He put me on the bed and got in next to me. I kept crying for a while. Finally, I asked, "Why. Dad? Why?" "Which one first?" "The video." Dad sighed. "After your mom kicked me out, she called where I worked and got me fired. I don't know what she said, but I was fired instantly. I got another job and she got me fired from it, too. I moved here, but couldn't get job either. The tire factory had just closed and a lot of people were out of work. I was getting desperate when I met Frank, who is Patrick's father. Frank offered me a lot of money to appear in a porno flick." "How much?" "Ten thousand and I really needed it. I made several movies. They sold really well and I got paid more for each one. I made twenty-five thousand for the last one. It was incredibly easy. I didn't have to even memorize lines, Frank just had me make up my lines. I fucked a couple of people and a few hours later, I had thousands of dollars in my pocket. Once my father died, he left me and my brother a lot of money. Dad and I had fallen out and I was shocked that he left me anything. Once I had some money, I stopped making the films. It wasn't something I am proud of, but." "I guess I understand." "I want you to know that I was incredibly happy when I didn't need to do them anymore." "And your lover?" "Patrick is not my lover. He was just mad. He is a spoiled brat." "I can believe that!" "But you did have sex with him." "Yes. Many, many times. He was in that very first movie with me. The thing is, I have always been incredibly horny and it gets me into trouble. I like to have sex many times a day. Patrick lives right in the next building. He loves my." "Cock?" "Yes. He wanted it and I didn't say no. That is all it was. I am not particularly fond of him, but if he wanted to suck my cock or sit on it, I thought it was better than no sex at all. Going out and looking for partners seemed more dangerous to me." I could understand that. "I know you think I am disgusting, but I really do love you and hurting you is the last thing I wanted to do." I looked at him and sighed. "Dad, I understand, but I can't live with you while your sex partners come and go. I just can't!" "Oh, baby! I hoped you would be my only partner. I thought that maybe you were as horny as I am and we could keep each other satisfied. It would be like Patrick, plenty of sex without having to leave the house, except it would be with the person I love most in the world." "Dad, I don't think you are capable of being monogamous." "I've been monogamous with Patrick and I don't even like him." "Really?" "Yes, really. I am tired of my dick getting me in trouble. I really am." "I can understand that. I can also understand why Patrick thought of you as his lover. You were monogamous." "Right. He knew there was no one but him. "Will you give me a chance? Give us a chance?" I looked at him. He seemed sincere. "Yes, Dad. But only as long as you are monogamous with me. Do you understand?" Dad nodded. "And if you start disappearing mysteriously, I am going to assume you are cheating on me and I will move in with Aunt Jen." Dad nodded. "I will make sure we stay together. That way you won't have to worry. Do you want to be home schooled? I don't want you to worry about what I am doing while you are in school." "I never thought of that. Yes, I guess I do. I think I would assume you had a kindergarten class here while I'm gone, fucking them one by one." Dad tried not to laugh, but he did anyway. "Would we have to worry about the teacher finding out about us?" "No. I know a guy who would be thrilled to do it. Especially if he could watch us have sex. I think I could probably get him to teach you for very little money, if he could do that. Watch us, I mean." Dad took me in his arms and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him. I forgot about being mad at him. He started rubbing my cock through my briefs and I reached for his. He was very hard. I slid my hand inside his boxers and wrapped my hand around it. He pulled away from the kiss and grinned at me. "You want that big thing, baby?" "Yes, Dad." "How much do you want it?" "There is nothing I want more." Dad moaned and it was the truth. Dad got out of bed and pushed his boxers down. I pulled my briefs off. We were both hard. Dad got back in bed and he straddled me. His cock was inches from my face. I wrapped a hand around it and leaned forward. I licked the head and Dad moaned loudly. I took the head in my mouth. "Yes, baby! Suck on the head and stroked it. Daddy needs to come and he needs to come in your mouth." I moaned. I wanted that! "I am so horny, my balls ache. Make me come, baby! Make Daddy come!" I began sucking and stroking him. Dad moaned and then he began mumbling. "Sweet baby cocksucker. My own cocksucker, sucking his Daddy's big cock and hungry for his Daddy's spunk. He's gonna get it. Oh, yes! Over and over. It's all his. Every drop." I moaned at his words and began stroking him faster. "Oh, he's eager for his first mouthful of Daddy spunk! His first of many, many mouthfuls. Daddy is going to drain his balls into his baby." I groaned and came. My cock just started shooting. Dad shouted, "Fuck!" as his cum shot forcefully into my mouth. I gulped it down. It was mine. Every drop. I kept swallowing. Dad shot much more than I ever had when I beat off. I wanted it, though. I couldn't taste it well, but what I could taste, I liked. I was coming down off my orgasm as his ended. It was the most wonderful experience of my life, and I forgave Dad for everything. He was mine and I wasn't about to lose him. Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth. He squeezed the last drops of cum out of his prick. I stuck my tongue out and he grinned at me while he wiped the end of his cock on my tongue. He fell back on the bed. He grinned at me and I grinned back. "Wanna do that again, later?" "I want to do it again, right now!" Dad chuckled. "That was wonderful, baby! I hope you enjoyed it." "I loved it!" I rested my head on his chest. I could taste his cum and I loved it. He ran his hand over my back. His cock was about six inches away from me. It was lying on his belly, still hard. While I looked at it, the hole in it seemed to open and close. It's winking at me, I thought. I wrapped my hand around it and I heard a very satisfied sigh out of Dad. I stroked it and some fluid leaked out of it. I licked it. Dad groaned. "How did you like the taste of my cum?" "I loved it, Dad!" "You don't know how happy I am to hear that, son." "Will you mind shooting it into my mouth several times a day?" I asked, grinning. "Oh, fuck! You are every bit as horny as I am!" "I am. And I have the perfect lover. He is experienced enough to know how to make both of us very, very happy." Dad tilted my head up so we could look at each other. "Do you really feel that way?" "I think I do, Dad. Your sexy talk made me so hot, I came. Just your voice and your words did that. If I was your first, after Mom, of course, you wouldn't have known how to turn me on so much. I don't have to worry about not knowing what I'm doing. You know." "Baby, I love you so much!" "I love you, Daddy." I laughed. "What's funny?" "When I first saw a picture of you, I thought you looked like a movie star." "Thank you, baby." "The thing is, you are a movie star!" Dad chuckled. "I guess, in a way." "How many movies did you make?" "Seventeen or eighteen, I think." "Wow!" I thought about that. I was proud, in a way. "Dad? I don't think I am ever going to want to watch the one with Patrick." Dad chuckled. Two I took him back in my mouth. I sucked on the head. "That's it, son. Suck your Daddy." I loved the way he tasted and it made me moan. I ran my hands over his body. He was mine! "I've got me a hungry boy, but I'm gonna feed him." Dad pushed me off his cock. "Do you want what's in my balls, boy?" "Yes, Dad!" I swallowed him again. Dad sighed. The doorbell rang and Dad pulled his dick out of my mouth. He got out of bed and put a pair of boxers on. He walked to the living room and looked through the keyhole. "It's Frank, he's a friend," Dad said. "Put on your briefs and come meet him." I did. I felt weird meeting someone in just briefs, but Dad was just wearing boxers. I walked into the living room. I was nervous about meeting one of Dad's friends. Frank walked in and grinned when he saw me. "Hi, I'm Frank. You probably don't remember me." I didn't. He held out his hand and I shook it. Frank had dark hair and a mustache. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days and I thought the stubble looked good on him. As a matter of fact, my dick was getting hard. He was wearing a white t-shirt that showed off his muscles. His arms were hairy and I figured he had a hairy chest. I thought he was very attractive. I looked at his crotch and he was hard. I wanted it! "You have yourself a hungry boy." Frank said. I was embarrassed about being so obvious. Dad put his arm around me. "Frank, this is Tommy, my son." "You are beautiful, Tommy! Not at all like Patrick described you." "Is Patrick your son?" "Yes. I came to apologize for his behavior." "Shouldn't he be the one apologizing? He ordered me to leave." Frank sighed. "He's a spoiled brat. What can I say?" I grinned. "Why don't you sit down, Frank?" He sat in a chair and Dad sat on the sofa. He patted his lap. I thought it was odd, but I got on it. Dad wrapped his arms around me. I leaned back against him and sighed. Dad slid one of his hands inside my briefs. I was shocked, but it felt good. Dad whispered, "Would you mind taking your briefs off?" I turned around. "Really?" "Yes." I got up and pushed them down. I climbed back on Dad's lap and Dad started stroking my cock. Frank was licking his lips and rubbing his erection. Dad whispered, "Do you want to see Frank's cock?" He could see mine. It seemed only fair. "Yes," I whispered back. "Frank, why don't you pull that piece of meat out." Frank stood up and undid his pants. They fell to the ground. He wasn't wearing underwear. He had a nice uncut cock. He began stroking it. "Get up, baby." I got off his lap. I kept watching Frank, though. He was grinning at me. "Come on." Dad walked to the bedroom and closed the door. "Baby, I am going to be monogamous, but there is no reason at all for you to be. I have had a full sex life, but you haven't. For me, being monogamous is a necessity. My luck was bound to run out and I don't want to risk going to prison. Especially not now, when I have you. I want you to experience a lot of men and then pick me. Otherwise, you aren't really picking me. You aren't making a choice at all. If you think Frank is attractive, why don't you have sex with him?" I was shocked, but I had to remember Dad was very different. "Do you want me to?" "I would really enjoy watching, but I don't want you to do it unless you want to." "He is handsome." "I know. I could tell you thought so. There isn't a reason in the world why you shouldn't suck his cock, if you want to." "Would he let me?" "Are you kidding? He would love to fuck you, too." "Do you want to fuck me first?" "Yes, but my cock is big. I have been wondering whether I should have men with smaller cocks fuck you first to stretch you out. You know, Tommy, if there is one thing I know, it's sex. If you will trust me, I will direct your sexual education. I will introduce you to men I think you would enjoy. I will watch and believe me, I will enjoy watching. When they leave, you and I will have sex. But it all depends on what you want. If you only want to have sex with me, I will be flattered." "But you do want me to have sex with a lot of men?" "I think it is best, but your opinion is just as important." I thought about it. "OK. I trust you." "Good. Let's go in there. I want you to ask Frank if you can suck his cock." I nodded. We walked back into the living room. I smiled at Frank even though I was very nervous. "Frank? Would you mind if I." I paused. It was hard to ask. "What, Tommy?" he asked "Can I suck you?" Frank grinned. "I would love that." "Why don't we all strip?" Dad suggested. Frank pulled off his shirt. He had a very nice hairy chest. I reached out and felt it as he grinned at me. "You are so handsome, Frank." Frank kissed me. I opened my mouth for his tongue. I ran my hands over him as we kissed. Dad pulled down my briefs and I stepped out of them. I heard a click and then I felt something cold at my hole. I felt Dad's finger push into me. I moaned into Frank's mouth. Dad pulled his finger out and then pushed two into me. He began fucking me with his fingers. I moaned more and Frank pulled away. He looked around me to see what Dad was doing. "Are you going to fuck Tommy?" "One of us is." "I volunteer!" Frank said. I was nervous but I laughed. "Do you like getting fucked by your daddy's big dick?" Frank asked me. "I have never been fucked." "Oh, baby! Is your daddy going to pop your little cherry while Uncle Frank watches?" "I am going to try," Dad said. "If there is too much pain, you can do it." "If you aren't going to do it, shouldn't Jason?" Frank asked. "Who is Jason?" I asked. "He is your uncle, Tommy. My little brother." "I didn't even know I had an uncle. Do I have any other relatives?" "None worth mentioning." "Would Uncle Jason want to fuck me?" Dad and Frank laughed for a long time. I didn't get the joke at all. "I wonder if you are going to love the taste of my spunk as much as you did when you were little," Frank said. "Boy, it was really something watching you gobble down spunk. You loved it. It didn't matter who was feeding it to you. You used to hold my cock like a baby bottle while you drank my spunk. Tom, have you shown Tommy any of the photos yet?" "What?" I felt sick again. "Uh. I hadn't told Tommy about that," Dad said. "About the photos?" Frank asked. "About anything." "Oh, shit," Frank said. I closed my eyes. I asked myself if there was any point in getting upset. My dad was a complete and total pervert. That was obvious. I had two of his fingers in my butt! He just got through telling me that he didn't want to be the only sex partner I ever had. But obviously I had already had sex many times, with many men. So he was a liar, as well as a pervert. I sighed. Dad pulled his fingers out of me. He took my hand and he sat on the sofa. He pulled me onto his lap. I leaned back against him and he wrapped his arms around me. His cock was stiff and I could feel it under me. "Are you upset, baby?" "What do you think, Dad? You sexually abused me as a baby. I am trying to decide whether to call Aunt Jen now or wait until in the morning." "Frank, would you mind leaving." "No. I'm sorry." Frank got dressed and I got off Dad's lap. Dad pulled me back on. I sat there. Frank walked out the door. Dad took my cock again and started playing with it, but it was soft. I decided I would look for a boyfriend my age. I knew I liked sex, and I wanted to have a normal life. Something I would never, ever have with Dad. I got up again and Dad let me. I walked into the bedroom and picked up the telephone. I dialed Aunt Jen. Dad took the phone and hung it up. "Can we talk before you call her?" I sighed. "I have nothing to say to you." "I love you, Tommy." I laughed. "I mean it!" "Dad, you are obviously confused about how to show your child you love him. Offering him to strangers to abuse while he is a baby is not a good way to show it. Neither is convincing him to have sex with neighbors while you watch." Dad sat on the bed. "Tommy, you enjoyed it so much when you were little. You were always grabbing at my cock. You wanted it." I stared at him and shook my head. "Dad, I want a normal life. Can you understand that?" "How would it be if you only had sex with me, and maybe Tony?" I laughed. "Who the hell is Tony?" "He is the man I thought could home school you. I am sure he would charge much less if you were having sex with him." He really was perverted. He wanted me to have sex with my teacher to save money! "I know where I can go to school where I won't have sex with any of my teachers. For free!" Dad frowned. "Why would you want to do that? Tony is very good-looking." I shook my head. "He has a hairy chest and you have always loved men with hairy chests." "When I was a baby." "Right." I had a hard time picturing what my life had been like back then. All of those men showing me their chests and trying to get me to suck them. Dad got up and took me into his arms. He pressed his mouth to mine. I felt his tongue on my lips and I opened my mouth without thinking. He kissed me until I didn't remember anything. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. I began stroking him. At the same time, he began stroking me. I was hard. I moaned as we kissed. He reached his other hand around and slid in down my butt crack. He ran his finger around my hole and I spread my legs. Then I realized what was happening. I pulled away. "Tommy, is there anything to do at your Aunt Jen's house that you would enjoy as much as that?" I stared at him. "Is there?" I sighed. "No. Dad." "Then stay. Please." "Dad, you are going to keep after me to have sex with other men. I don't want to be a whore. I know you want me to be one." "Baby, I have enough money. We don't need to charge them." I laughed. My dad was completely unique. I really wondered why Mom married him. I looked at his cock and remembered his kiss. My lips were still tingling. I guess she reacted to him the same way I do. "Did you have a normal life, Dad?" "Horribly. I was bored out of my skull before I discovered sex." I shook my head. Dad kissed me again. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth. He pushed a finger inside me and I groaned. I decided he was very good at arguing. I wrapped my arms around him. I wanted him so much. He was the perfect man and he could be mine. What would another thirteen year old have that my dad didn't have a million times more of? I reached for his cock. It was wet. I knelt and began sucking him. "Yes, baby. You want my cock and I want you to have it. What could be more perfect?" Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Tell me, son. What could be better?" "Nothing Dad." I sucked. I caressed his balls. I wanted the cum inside them. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. Dad winked at me. "Do you really want Patrick to be the one doing this? That is what will happen if you leave. Do you want that? I don't. I want my cock in my beautiful son. Please don't make me start fucking Patrick again." I pulled off him. "It's mine! You are mine!" "Yes, baby! Suck it! You probably don't remember, but I told you once that my cock was a straw you could use to get your favorite drink." I moaned around his cock. "You loved that straw, baby! You were old enough to understand and we would both laugh when people gave you straws in restaurants." I pulled off him. "I don't remember." "I know, baby. But a part of you remembers. You got hard when you saw pictures of me at Aunt Jen's, didn't you?" "Yes, Dad." "That's why. Baby, I didn't force you to suck other men. I would never do that. You asked Frank if you could suck on his straw. He said yes and you loved it. I had to explain that not every man would let you do it. You asked me to tell you which ones would. I did." I stood up and kissed Dad. I stroked his cock which was slippery with my saliva. I wanted to make him come and I planned to eat every bit of it. Dad pulled away and he said softly, "I am going to feed you now and after that I will fuck you." "I want that, Dad." "I am not sending you back to your Aunt Jen's a virgin." "I'm not going back. I would spend the rest of my life wishing your cock was inside me." Dad nodded. "I would, too." Dad stroked my cheek. "Baby, the reason I wanted you to suck Frank's cock was because you used to love to do it and I thought you still would. That is all there is to it. If you don't want to do it, you don't have to." "It's OK." "And the reason I picked Tony is because he is just your type. I knew you would want him and lust after him. You had a type when you were three. You liked dark haired men with heavy beards and hairy chests. You still do, don't you?" "Yes, Dad." "I know with what you have heard since you've been here you are having trouble trusting me. I understand that. I am sure you were raised very differently. What I want you to always remember, though is that I love you. It's true that I also lust after you, but that is exactly what married people do and no one thinks it's strange. Try to trust me." I sighed. "I will." I hugged him. "I love you so much. And I lust after you, too." "That's why we are lovers and Patrick and I are not." I kissed him again. "Have I met Uncle Jason?" Dad grinned. "Yes." "Did I like him?" Dad grinned. "Yes." "Can you provide a little more information?" Dad laughed. "You were absolutely crazy about him. You told him he had the prettiest straw!" "Oh, lord!" Dad laughed. "You kept unbuttoning his shirt." "Oh, no!" Dad laughed. "When your mother wasn't looking, you would unzip his pants and he would keep turning around so you couldn't get to his zipper." I laugh-groaned and Dad just laughed. "Did he like me?" "Baby, everyone loved you, including Jase. You were and are a sweetheart. Some of us were just luckier than others, if you know what I mean. "Will you let me feed you the way I did when you were little?" I laughed nervously. "I don't know that I am as daring as I was when I was three!" Dad laughed. "Get on the bed." I did. Dad straddled me and began stroking his cock. "All you have to do is keep your mouth open." I smiled and opened my mouth. I watched him stroke his beautiful cock. I wanted him to come. I stuck my tongue out and he rubbed the end of his cock on it. "I am going to feed you, baby. I know you want it and I want to do it. I want my baby's belly full of his daddy's spunk, so I will feed you often." I nodded my head. "That's it. Hold your mouth open like a baby bird ready for a worm. I've got a big worm for my baby. Yes, sweetie. I'm close. Aah," Dad groaned as he came. His spunk shot powerfully into my mouth. I gently held his balls as he unloaded in my mouth. He continued groaning as spurt after spurt hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed while keeping my mouth open, because it was getting full of his cum. Finally, his cock stopped discharging. "Close your mouth now, baby, and swallow all of Daddy's spunk." I did. It tasted wonderful to me. I looked up at Dad and grinned. He grinned back. "I would like to see Aunt Jen show you a better time!" "Can't be done, Dad!" Dad laughed. He fell onto the bed and I laid my head on his chest. "I love you, Dad." "I love you, Tommy." I looked at Dad's cock. It was still hard and I thought that was wonderful. "Dad?" "Yes, baby?" "No more surprises for a couple of days, OK?" "That is a very good idea. It will be just the two of us." "That sounds wonderful. It will give me a chance to get to know you. I really don't." "You are right. I should have thought of that. Asking you to trust me when you just met me wasn't sensible. The problem is, I remember you, but you don't remember me. I will try to make sure you are ready before I suggest anything at all." "That's great. And Dad?" "Yeah?" "Can we eat before you fuck me? I'm starving!" "You bet."